Chapter Six

Alana

I sigh. I need answers from him because I don’t understand what is going on.

I can’t let him distract me from reality, which will work if he tries hard enough. On the one hand, I like to think I’m the type of girl who doesn’t get involved with men who are taken, but I have never met someone like Ezra. On the other hand, I have plenty of self-control, so I shouldn’t worry.

“My game? I’m not playing any games, Alana. My relationship is complicated, and the only reason we’re still together is that our parents and friends are happy for us. Us being together keeps them happy. It’s something I don’t want to discuss,” he answers firmly. I can tell by the look on his face whatever the reasons are, they irk him.

“Why an interest in me?” I push because he didn’t tell me what I want to know.

“Why not?”

I groan with annoyance, running my fingers through my hair with frustration because I hate it when people answer a question with another question. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to let him come over because we don’t seem to be getting anywhere. How can I trust him if he refuses to be honest with me?

“I think the answer to the question is obvious, Ezra. I don’t belong in your world. You don’t belong in mine. It is that simple.” I sigh.

It wouldn’t matter in what aspect we get involved because it will never work. I hate everything his world represents. There are far more important things in life than wealth, power, reputation, and fancy things.

“No one would need to know, bright eyes.” He shrugs. He should be more bothered than I am, after all, he has more to lose than I do.

Does he honestly believe I am going to be his dirty little secret? I am not ashamed of who I am. I have fought too hard for everything in my life, and I refuse to feel humiliated at the hands of someone else.

“Seriously? I deserve better than that. I have more self-worth than being someone’s dirty little secret,” I snap.

Ezra looks taken aback by my outburst. “Calm the hell down, Alana. I never meant it in a bad way,” he snaps back.

I jump to my feet, pacing. “Yeah, sure, you never! I am not going to be your side chick, Ezra!” I state firmly as I twirl around to rest my hands on my hips and face him.

I see a smirk grow on his lips. “Oh, don’t you smirk at me, Mr.,” I warn. I am not in the mood for his arrogance.

He doesn’t say a word, instead, he takes a cookie from the bag, rests back on my sofa, and casually eats his snack. Did he come here for the sole purpose to piss me off? Because it is working.

“Do you want a bite? I don’t mind sharing,” he says calmly.

“No! I want answers!” I demand. I’m quickly getting tired of repeating myself.

He continues to munch on the cookie, falling silent. “Ahh! Screw you!” I complain, tossing my hands in the air, walking towards my bedroom.

“Can I follow you so we can do what you said?” he calls after me.

I ignore him as I go into my bedroom, slamming the door like a stroppy teenager. I am a twenty-three-year-old woman. A man shouldn’t be making me act this way. I hope he takes the hint and leaves. We are no further along with this entire situation than when he first arrived. I climb onto my bed and bury my face in the pillow to start screaming into it. It makes me feel better, but only slightly.

I hear movement in my living room, praying he will leave, but the footsteps are coming closer rather than becoming distant. I turn onto my back and glance up at my door, seeing it open, and he walks in, smiling brightly.

“Do you plan on coming back?” He takes a seat on the bottom of my bed.

“Do you plan on leaving?” I question, and he shakes his head. “Then no, I am staying here,” I huff.

The next thing I know, he kicks his shoes off and crawls up onto my bed to lay next to me. I raise my brow at him. His confidence, I think, is endearing. I don’t like people invading my space without my permission, it usually stresses me out, but for some strange reason, him doing it doesn’t seem so bad.

“I am in no rush. Nowhere to be, no one to see.” He flashes a dorky smile at me. I try to keep a serious look on my face, but it doesn’t work because I let out a giggle as I shake my head.

Ezra scoots closer, his thigh brushes mine. I whimper at such a brief touch, then he rests his hand on my knee, his warm breath fanning my skin. I close my eyes, trying to pull myself together. I can feel him watching me.

“Open your eyes, Alana,” he demands. I shake my head, but he tells me again, firmer. I draw in a deep breath, centring myself before I open them and meet his eyes.

“If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you aren’t attracted to me, I will walk out the door. You will never see or hear from me again. And lying to me will be pointless because I can tell a lie from a mile away.” His voice is softer now.

I have no idea how I will get myself out of this one. I am a terrible liar, so my face will give me away even if he was useless at separating the truth from the lies. I could tell him no, but he will see right through me.

“Why do you insist on torturing me?” I groan in frustration as I rub my temples.

“Nice way of avoiding my question, but by doing so, it tells me everything I need to know.” Confidence drips from his voice with every word.

I stand, needing to put a distance between us. “You should leave. You should leave-like-um-right-um-now,” I stammer out, trying to ignore the tightness in my stomach and the heat between my thighs, the after-effect of him touching me. God, how pathetic am I? It wasn’t even a sexual touch, yet here I am, thirsty for him. Men don’t do this to me, ever! And the fact that he can is another reason he needs to leave.

He climbs off my bed, sauntering over to me with a devilish look on his face and a sexy smile on his lips. He stops only inches away from me. “Why? Can’t you handle being in the same room as me, kitten?” he rasps, grabbing my hips and pulling me to his chest. I try to speak, but no words come out. I manage a shake of my head because his beautiful blue eyes distract me from my sanity.

I take a few steps back, and he follows. My back soon hits the wall behind me, trapping me. Ezra’s hand lands on my cheek, stroking it, his eyes switching from my eyes to my lips. My tongue darts from between my lips, and a part of me wants so badly to kiss him, but I know I shouldn’t.

“Tell me again to leave?” he breathes out, his free hand resting next to my head.

I can’t, even if it is the right thing to do. I tug my lower lip between my teeth, searching his eyes. They are dark blue and full of lust, a look which is enough to cause a shiver to run down my body and straight to between my legs. Ezra closes the small gap between us, capturing my lips with his. I try to fight it, but fail. I snake my arms around his neck, working my lips with his in a heated kiss. He entangles his fingers in my hair, pressing his body harder to mine and grunting into the kiss.

I moan, running my fingertips down his back, and I feel his muscles tense under my touch. He grabs my left leg, and hooks it around his hip, then grinds his hard cock in between the apex of my thighs. I gasp, rolling my hips to meet his dick. I have never been so turned on as I am right now in this moment. My panties are soaking.

He removes his lips from mine, breathing heavily. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

Oh, trust me, it would be hard not to feel it with the size of the damn thing digging into me. I nod, and he retakes my lips with his.

It doesn’t take long for us to get carried away until reality hits me. What the fuck am I doing? I abruptly pull back, resting my hand on his chest and shoving him away. “No, this can’t happen! I refuse to be a hoe and fuck a man who belongs to someone else!”

“I do not belong to fucking anyone!” he snaps, the anger in his voice evident. His chest is heaving.

“Yes! You do!” I reply in the same manner, taken aback by his quick turnaround, but I refuse to back down to him.

He seems pissed off by my statement. The lust in his eyes minutes ago is replaced with anger.

He shakes his head and grabs his shoes, storming out of my room and my apartment, slamming the front door behind him. I don’t move, confused by what just happened. I don’t understand his reaction. Maybe he feels guilty for cheating on Bella, but my gut tells me it isn’t the first time he has, so there must be another reason. I shouldn’t have let it go as far as I did. No, I didn’t fuck him, but that kiss we shared was enough to make me feel bad.

As I finally step away from the wall, I take a step, and my legs nearly buckle. Damn! That man has made me weak in the knees. I make it to the bed and sit down to give my body time to relax. I am hot and bothered, and in desperate need of a cold shower. When I know it’s safe for me to move again, I head straight for the bathroom, stripping down and stepping into a cold shower, letting the water cool down my body.

I wish I could say for sure I won’t see him again, but I don’t believe it will be the case. He may have stormed out, but I feel I haven’t seen or heard the last from him. I keep the cold shower running for five more minutes before turning it warm. I sigh, resting my back on the shower wall. I don’t know how to deal with everything that has happened in less than twenty-four hours. It is madness. I still have no idea how he found me.

I get out of the shower when I am ready, quickly drying myself off, and I put on some sweats. I need something to take my mind off everything. Hmm, maybe a nap will do it for me. I crawl into bed, curling up under the quilt. With any luck, I will sleep until tomorrow morning, and Ezra will have found someone else to put his attention on.